from
Lapses and Losses,
released September 10, 2013
Torn between two ideals
I might be the weight attached and you the string
That's tied to the final knot furthest away from the highest branch
You could see the whole country
But you were slowly nudging your heart across the table like an act Born from medicine
The skin consoles the skeleton
Faulty elegance
Never missed
This thimble prick mistakenly made to thicken and rebuild
A facsimile born from family up through species unending
So can't we stop this talk of destiny
We've thought enough of destiny
But you were slowly nudging your heart across the table while I Wonder what's more relevant
The heart the skin the soul or skeleton
Faulty measurements
Bound to rules of time and man made tools and appetites
Disguises
Fresh cut grass is bleeding on the backs of machine washed Blankets and two bleached shirts
Under canopies with eyes that can't quite meet
They fear it all
The soul is captive for as long as we can speak
We will not know the other one